For the one my window hides in its view... - to enlighten me if my love's real, or that faith - what's more bitter than the late spring
I forgot to live, seated in one of their fucking trains - Yes, I forgot to live seated in one of those
And when the world is left I don't need an inscription to remind for these things - if it's washing away, well, you know what - praying on one's knees - before - bring salvation for every soul
I forgot to live, seated in one of their fucking trains Yes, I forgot to live seated in one of those
When in search of clarity, the way is lost in itself - gone into its own walker - and every shadow has its bearer of shadow
And the clauses they were they were all without reins - though didn't want to lose didn't want to lose my heart - somewhere in the mists of my blurred daily consciousness - the thought of not standing a disease